Comments received on poems by Ifeanyichukwu



your time blows in the wind
Paul Bell said:

I think as humans, it\'s our duty to strive for the best.

August 28th, 2022 04:33

Sit-at-home
L. B. Mek said:

last year\'s chaos, as normality
this year
student death in west
home stay protest in the east
and as-ever, \'VI\'
remains, untouched
but for kidnapping and bank robbery
attempts
removed clear of all the daily, wahala
by that beautiful
giraffe neck, bridge
as symbolic difference
of diverse, realities
in a single, supposedly unified
country..
Oga, I miss your country
and your people\'s, lively
warm, generous smiles
I wish you all, Lasting Peace
stay safe! I beg

May 20th, 2022 05:39

Shamed Cop
L. B. Mek said:

ambition begets, power
power begets, fame
fame warps tenacity, to greed
greed, begets inhumanity
rest
is a tale foretold, since
time immemorial...
(nothing new, dear poet
just saddening
and dispiriting)
thanks for sharing!


May 19th, 2022 05:58

Cry, my beloved Kyiv
jarcher54 said:

This is quite moving. Your composition is universal and timeless, yet so timely and local. One could sing this lament to so many places. We are all Ukrainian,... and Rohigya, and Congolese, and Syrian, and Armenian, and Mayan... Thanks for putting these words together for us.

April 22nd, 2022 15:31

SOS: Mariupol
Bella Shepard said:

Beautiful, heartfelt poem. Such longing, compassion.

March 8th, 2022 06:58

SOS: Mariupol
L. B. Mek said:

Brilliant!

March 8th, 2022 04:31

Cry, my beloved Kyiv
Rocky Lagou said:

Hopefully change will occur soon. There\'s too much destruction and hostility. We need Freedom!


March 4th, 2022 11:30

Cry, my beloved Kyiv
Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose) said:

It’s so sad and unfair .. I like your writing .. a good poem . Why the need for cruelty when there should simply be peace .. o don’t understand

March 4th, 2022 11:07

A song for Pius (Tribute to Dr. Pius Nwabufo Charles Okigbo, 1924 - 2000)
L. B. Mek said:

\'To bow out
At the season of sleep?\'..
such a wonderful way you have for capturing everyday life topics
within, such enticingly - enigmatic and profound words, dear poet

May 6th, 2021 03:50


A song for Pius (Tribute to Dr. Pius Nwabufo Charles Okigbo, 1924 - 2000)
rosiedm said:

Wonderful words thanks a for sharing it keep it safe somewhere else too

May 4th, 2021 15:10

Wrinkled Petals
L. B. Mek said:

\'Scorching deserts to
creaky creeks,
Plateau tops to
plain greens -\'..
simply, Brilliant!
\'what is poetry
but emotions sang proudly
exclaiming with insightful commentary
all that dreary bleak of our reality
witnessing humanity\'s re-hashed legacy
of cyclical history\'

April 22nd, 2021 05:01

Wrinkled Petals
jarcher54 said:

Such a powerful image of a beautiful people in crisis. I hear the wailing, see the frail fists, and smell the foul breath of the vultures.

April 22nd, 2021 00:39

Wrinkled Petals
Doggerel Dave said:

A cannot understand all the circumstances you refer to here - how could I? However I see it as a powerful piece of writing, and if I have interpreted you halfway correctly, a shout of rage.
Thanks Ifean

April 21st, 2021 19:25

Chekeleke in the sunset sky (Of Egrets and flapping fingers)
H.R.Powell said:

Beautifully written, and a lovely story. Hope to see more like it!

- H.R.

April 14th, 2021 13:20

Chekeleke in the sunset sky (Of Egrets and flapping fingers)
Goldfinch60 said:

Such myths can be wonderfully inspiring.

Andy

April 14th, 2021 00:47

Notes to Gogo 
L. B. Mek said:

like Doggerel Dave\'s comment articulated wonderfully, your writing brilliantly painted the intricate details of a daily life that we rarely get to experience, even those of us with African heritage
so reading your words, is like a journey into a reality we can\'t experience even if we went backpacking across the tear-reddened earth of cultural royalty, that is Africa\'s undeniable legacy,
a great dedication, bursting with colloquialism worded pride!

April 13th, 2021 04:00

Notes to Gogo 
Goldfinch60 said:

Very good words in total honour of your Gran.

Andy

April 13th, 2021 00:21

Notes to Gogo 
Doggerel Dave said:

Thanks for providing a window into a very different, textured world to mine Ifean, as well as your Gran.

April 12th, 2021 21:41

Before we go in for the knife
Goldfinch60 said:

May that new life be full of colour and love.

Andy

March 11th, 2021 01:34

Scented roses (a vote for kidney donation)
L. B. Mek said:

a laudable and exemplary deed championed and immortalised with your very own poignant words:
\'I am of privileged few
who gave their treasure
as ransome so you breathe again
who picked the thorns
so you relish the scented roses\'

March 9th, 2021 06:26

Scented roses (a vote for kidney donation)
orchidee said:

A worthy deed, and fine write I.

March 8th, 2021 14:31

Scented roses (a vote for kidney donation)
jarcher54 said:

I can only try to imagine how you must feel about this. You really have no choice but it is immensely brave at the same time. A doctor who transplanted the kidney from a friend of mine to another friend told us this: one life may be shortened by a little so the other is not extinguished altogether. Most people with one kidney live long relatively normal lives. You have my respect and thanks for how you describe these complex emotions and thoughts.

March 8th, 2021 14:31

Jailed in an uncompleted building
L. B. Mek said:

\'Convicted in Kankara,
Jailed in Kagara by the bandits
Hammering our innocence away

We look to the cactus for a respite;
Not even the rocky hills could lend
A pitying glance our way.\'
how still
life can become when lost in search impactful words, I hear you my brother,
I from this side of the ocean preach understanding - so easily, while you draped in the shackles of that derelict building of consequence, see things so much more differently, I feel the despair in your lament in the depths of my inherited grief-stained blood..
but still, while we have the option let us choose to find a path to togetherness, for revenge or retaliation only fuels this horrid reality\'s: unending continuation..
stay safe and keep hope\'s guiding light - alive,
thanks for sharing an important and great write dear poet

February 19th, 2021 05:52

Jailed in an uncompleted building
AlitaOpal said:

This is such a powerful write, despite everything I know for a fact that things will change.. The empires before us are now long gone, nothing stays the same.. may we all become aware and imagine (like John Lennon\'s song) a better way of life.. 🌹

February 18th, 2021 21:07

Jailed in an uncompleted building
Doggerel Dave said:

Phew! I don\'t feel at all qualified to respond with comment to this. It would be arrogance for me to try.
So please accept my best wishes together with the hope that the social/political situation down your way may improve one day soon.

February 18th, 2021 17:28

Jailed in an uncompleted building
jarcher54 said:

This is like a fist to the stomach. Wishing you and those under this regime strength and respite. An incomplete building has promise as well as peril. Half-finished, you can\'t tell if it\'s going to be a prison or a resort hotel. Peace to everyone in Nigeria.

February 18th, 2021 13:49

SONG OF A FIST
L. B. Mek said:

what a timely write, my thoughts are with you and my hopes are that common sense - as ever, will prevail!
great use of imagery:
\'There goes our soured soup
left in the open by menacing thugs
who dares eat it but the dead?
...
It is night time this side of the river
tell me if it\'s day time
when I awake.\'
brilliant!

October 22nd, 2020 03:46

SONG OF A FIST
jarcher54 said:

Your poems are so poignant, anytime, but especially now. We are thinking of you and your beautiful country and your brave, creative, dynamic people and wishing you peace and freedom from tyranny soon.

October 22nd, 2020 01:41

BULLET IN THE HEART OF EGWU EKE (inpursuit of national rebirth)
jarcher54 said:

Nigeria is not alone in need of unified rebirth, but it certainly is near the top of the list. I am not sure I understand many elements of this passionate and compelling poem, but I certainly feel the pain and the tension between hope and despair. I recall reading of Python Dance 3, but feared it would end in more massacres than rescues, more resentment than relief. If I understand your poem at all, you have grave reservations. I hope you are well, as I appreciate your fresh contributions to My Poetic Side.

October 18th, 2020 03:05

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